Hungry as a hunter
Been a few weeks since I had your love
Romantic drunkards slur my poetry
Across the pot-marked bar
Broken clock still ticks
The chain smoking Daddy flicks
His reasons for talking to the girl
And I lost my nickel and dime job
For speaking my mind to the mob
And the jukebox won't play my songs anymore
Who to blame
Who'll take the blame
For the thunder
For the pain
Who to blame
Who'll take the blame
Hoodoo Brown
Now, that's a name
Drink to get funny
Laugh to get high on a low bill
When my bad luck liked to hang around
You never would
Never will
Now I'm in the wax museum
Got a lot of friends but I never see them
Oh, who can I trust in such a place
Cagney's lost his energy
Just stares at Harlow endlessly
At least they got them faces that never change
Who to blame
Who'll take the blame
For the thunder
For the pain
Who to blame
Who'll take the blame
Hoodoo Brown
Now, that's a name
Got to hammer those nails
Build your own house
Drink when you're thirsty
Take what the body will allow
Paint the canvas, colour the beauty in
With blue confession and midnight's whim
Slashed tires in Huntington
I'm a boy far from home
Heading down the main drag
With a bottle of bourbon and the early morn
Maybe the next town will treat me nicer
At least keep me wired
On a girl who kisses in the back of a Chevrolet
And she'd let me keep that car
I'd leave like a rock 'n' roll star
Without a deal to negotiate
Who to blame
Who'll take the blame
For the thunder
For the pain
Who to blame
Who'll take the blame
Hoodoo Brown
Now, that's a name